Page 37 of Teaching the Kot'oll Coach

“Sure.” He heads over there, holding me in his arms as if I weigh nothing. No one has done that to me before. Maybe being with a big kot’oll comes with its own benefit.

It doesn’t take long before we arrive and get inside. He puts me on the bed. “Here we go!”

I sit up on the bed and am about to say something when I follow his gaze to...

Oh, fuck... Not only do I have a steamy book outside, I have a stack of those by my bedside...

He frowns as he eyes that pile of books. “So... What are these books about? Naked males?”

I stand on the bed and hold his cheeks in my hands, nudging him to look away from my stack of books. I love those books, but he doesn’t need to be staring at them.

He smirks. “I wonder... Maybe you’ve been wanting to get some action with a big guy.”

I huff and roll my eyes again. “Stop it, otherwise, I’m kicking your ass out of here.”

He hugs me and kisses my shoulder again. With the help of the bed, I’m barely taller than him. But I’m taller than him, that’s all that matters.

“Stop looking at the books!”

He chuckles with that handsome face. “Do you have something else for me to look at instead?”

I huff. “We’re here so that I can check out on you and make sure you’re well. It’s not about looking at me.”

“Right, right. We are surely doing that. Be warned. Don’t be scared looking at me.”

“I’m not going to be scared. You can’t scare me with your body.”

“Are you a nurse now? A doctor?”

I pat his chest. “Shut up and let’s get going.”

“Fine, fine.” He lifts the edge of his t-shirt, revealing his perfectly chiseled abs.

I swallow as I stare at him. I’m not supposed to be...

Fuck... What’s wrong with me?

He says, “You’re so eager to get me naked.”

“It’s for the examination.”

“Do I look like the muscular males on your book covers?”

My cheeks are burning even hotter now and he is to be blamed. “Shut up about the books!”

I’m not ashamed of reading the books, but I’m not ready to tell him about that just yet, but...

It’s too late, he can’t unsee those...

He tosses his t-shirt to the chair by my desk. “How’s this looking?”

He flexes his arms and... I swallow, my throat burning dry. It has to be the lighting in the room. He looks perfect with those muscles.

It is tempting to stroke him to see how it will feel like, but...

He grins. “Did you say that you’re going to pat me like your pat Ossa?”

I roll my eyes at that. “Do you want to be my pet?”

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